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Fear. We’ve all felt it at some point. The ominous sound of footsteps padding along behind you as you walk back from the pub in a provincial town at 2am on a Saturday night. The realisation that your evil mother-in-law is coming to dinner and you’ve forgotten the steak (not to mention the garlic and holy water). The awareness, halfway through a trans-Atlantic flight, that you’ve left the gas on. The soft ‘click’ as you wake up from your sleep-walk and realize that you’re standing naked in the hotel corridor and the door to your room has just locked itself. Fear. It’s that stomach-dropping, bowel-loosening moment when you realise that you’re about to suffer a deeply unpleasant experience...